Carway yelled.
He didn't know if there were any enemies coming to launch a sneak attack, but the obvious "joy" of getting drenched in the rain shouldn't be borne by the Giant Tribe. He needed someone with bad luck; otherwise, he would feel imbalanced.
"Carway, you're really a fool, growing such a big head for nothing, can't even figure out such a simple problem.
We are in the far rear, where would any enemies come from?
The closest enemies are three to four hundred miles away, plus there's the heavy rain's blessing; where would a sneak attack come from?
I think you've been confused by the rain, and even forgotten the most basic military knowledge."
Pamela said disdainfully.
Even if planning a raid, you've got to consider the actual situation; it's not as simple as just deciding to do it. To march for three or four hundred miles in the rain and plan an ambush is purely a pipe dream.
